Thursday, February 24, 2011

CAREGIVER AS MANAGER

The word "caregiver" conjures up images of healthcare, companionship and moral support. What many people do not consider is that so much time is devoted to being a manager. The amount of paperwork can be staggering. Bureaucracy is intimidating. If caregiving is stressful, managing is exhausting and mostly unrewarding. When one signs on to be a caregiver for a loved one they never expect that the total realm of the job will take on that of CEO.

When my aunt Theresa began to fail at the age of 93, my sister and I had to step in. Luckily she had appointed us as Power of Attorney several years earlier. This legally enabled us to act on her behalf in her best interest. At first I took over her bill-paying and straightened out her finances. She had always been meticulous but the early stages of dementia had taken its toll on her book keeping.

When her condition further deteriorated, we had to make the difficult decision to place her in a nursing facility. Now what were we supposed to do? After the limited time that insurance would pay for her stay, the facility charges a staggering $355.00 per day. That is roughly $11,000.00 per month. I continue to think of how luxuriously I could be living on that kind of money for housing.

Theresa owned her own modest two-family home which we would have to sell. Trying to sell any home in the current real estate market is difficult and time consuming but a house that hadn't been updated in 50 years was going to be impossible.

After quite a bit of research I decided that a reverse mortgage would be our best hope. The reverse mortgage process was simple enough and took about 5 weeks from start to finish. Now the paperwork had begun! First there was the application process which required copies of documents which I had to hunt down. Then there was a required phone interview. Then, finally the closing process. The closing required my signing in no less that 130 places on the documents. Not only did I have to sign, but I had to sign in the extended and clumsy legally required "owner's name by my full name 'as attorney in fact'". That was quite a challenge for a guy with Carpal Tunnel problems! It was made worse because they changed their mind as to the exact signature format half-way though the process and I had to go back and revise all those signatures.

I chose to go with a reverse mortgage because it would buy time. I could use some of the funds to pay the nursing home. I would use some funds to renovate the house in order to make it salable. I would allocate some of the money to fund everything while waiting for the house to sell. I figured it gave me about a year to have the house sold.

Before any real work could get started, my sister and I had to spend several weeks sorting through my aunt's possessions. Not only is this tedious and back-breaking, it's emotionally draining. It's thought provoking when you see what a life boils down to. As a side note, I went home every evening and began to sort though my own possessions and make donations.

We did months of renovations to the house. I hired a contractor, electrician and plumber. We used four large dumpsters for building debris and a large part of fifty years of accumulation. We donated huge amounts of clothing and household items to charitable organizations.

Anyone who has ever experienced home renovation or has seen "The Money Pit" understands what a management job this is. Planning, design, decisions, budget, permits and delays rule your life.

Finally the house is finished, the tenants have vacated, the house is "staged to sell" and the realtor is chosen. More paperwork for the realtor agreement. The house is officially "on the market".

All that work, time and money paid off. We had a buyer in less than a week! In any market economy that would be impressive and in this "burst bubble" it was amazing. Now more bureaucracy: sign the contracts, wait for home inspectors, haggle over required upgrades, and spend more money for asbestos removal.

Now the waiting game. We found the buyer in 6 days. The buyer had to wait months for financing. We had to continue to carry the house. Now winter was here which meant I had to heat the house. Not only did I have to heat the empty house but I had to worry about heating the empty house through blizzards, sub-zero temperatures and storms. I had to keep checking to be sure the heat was working. I had to keep the snow shoveled. I had to worry about vandals.

Finally after several postponements it was closing day for the sale of the house. Oh, good. More paperwork, more [full, legal, expanded] signatures. Done! No more worry about the empty house. The "albatross" had been removed from around my neck. I'm ecstatic! Free sailing from here on out, at least as far as the property was concerned.

That feeling of liberation and satisfaction was brief. Now it is time to apply for Medicaid so that when all of my aunt's hard-earned money has been used to pay for her nursing home stay, the government insurance will begin to pick up the tab. "Government" is the operative word here. Not only do you have to spend your life's savings but then there is a 50 page application to be filled out. Along with that application you have to submit endless amounts of supporting documentation. You have to provide five years of bank statements, receipts for expenditures over $3000.00 each and every other form of legal document you can think of. You have to dig up everything from birth certificate to tax returns, marriage certificate, spouse's death certificate...and the list goes on.

I'm half-way though collecting the required documentation. So far the stack of copies on my desk has reached 20 inches. It is a nearly impossible task to document someone else's life this way. My aunt was very fastidious about keeping records and document and I am still having a dreadful time filling in the blanks.

I can't wait to get back to only having to worry about my normal duties as caregiver for my mother. Sitting quietly doing my own personal work will be a pleasure.

Been there, done that! We went through the same process for my mother last year. The emotional toll was much greater than expected. The good thing to come out of this is my renewed determination to get rid of clutter and make sure my ducks are in a row for my kids

About Me

Thank you for taking a look. I am a 50-something year old single male Creative Consultant [writer, producer, director, image consultant] who until recently has stayed at home to care for my 1920's vintage mother who was in late stages of Alzheimer's Disease. My mission with this blog is to share the ups and downs of everyday life with humor and honesty.

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